On Poetic Interpretation of Nature, Volumen28;Volumen381D. Douglas, 1877 - 270 páginas |
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... land is called a brook , in Scotland a burn . ' I cannot but think , ' adds the poet , that this man , without being conscious of it , has had many devout feelings connected with the appearances which presented themselves to him in his ...
... land is called a brook , in Scotland a burn . ' I cannot but think , ' adds the poet , that this man , without being conscious of it , has had many devout feelings connected with the appearances which presented themselves to him in his ...
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... land- scape , wild - flowers by the wayside , tender lights in the sky , which they would have passed for ever unheeded , had not the remembered words of some poet awakened their eye to look on these things and to discern their beauty ...
... land- scape , wild - flowers by the wayside , tender lights in the sky , which they would have passed for ever unheeded , had not the remembered words of some poet awakened their eye to look on these things and to discern their beauty ...
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John Campbell Shairp. life , and stamp it with beauty . And so in land- scape : botanical or geological details are not to be given as a matter of curiosity or subject of search , but as the ultimate elements of every species of ...
John Campbell Shairp. life , and stamp it with beauty . And so in land- scape : botanical or geological details are not to be given as a matter of curiosity or subject of search , but as the ultimate elements of every species of ...
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... land , there have been spun all the subtle and delicate words that express the work- ings of imagination . So the mental processes expressed by apprehend , ' ' comprehend , ' and ' con- ceive , ' are all derived from bodily processes ...
... land , there have been spun all the subtle and delicate words that express the work- ings of imagination . So the mental processes expressed by apprehend , ' ' comprehend , ' and ' con- ceive , ' are all derived from bodily processes ...
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... seen racing shorewards with their white manes back- ward streaming , and glorified with rainbow hues from a bright dawn or a splendid sunset poured upon them from the land . But for the most part , even Homer , early OF NATURE . 91.
... seen racing shorewards with their white manes back- ward streaming , and glorified with rainbow hues from a bright dawn or a splendid sunset poured upon them from the land . But for the most part , even Homer , early OF NATURE . 91.
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affections Allan Ramsay appearances aspect awaken beauty Book of Job breath Burns called calm Chaucer colour comes Cowper creation delight described Divine dwell earth Eclogues emotion English poetry expression face of Nature faculty faith feeling felt flowers forms Georgics Grasmere Greek heart heaven highest hills Homer human Iliad images imagination interpene interpret landscape language light living look Lucretius meaning mechanic philosophies mental metaphor Milton mind mood Mopsus moral mountains mythology native Nature's never night o'er objects observed Ossian outer world outward world passage passed Pathetic Fallacy philosophy physical poem poet poet's poetic present reason rural Ruskin scenery scenes Science scientific seen sense sentiment Shakespeare sight sole sister song sorrow soul speaks spectacle spirit Stopford Brooke tender Theocritus things Thomson thought tion true truth Universe utterance Virgil vivid Warwickshire whole wild wind wonder words Wordsworth
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Página 105 - O, it is monstrous! monstrous! Methought, the billows spoke, and told me of it; The winds did sing it to me; and the thunder, That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounc'd The name of Prosper; it did bass my trespass. Therefore my son i" the ooze is bedded ; and I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded, And with him there lie mudded.
Página 188 - And wait the' approaching sign to strike, at once, Into the general choir. Even mountains, vales, And forests seem, impatient, to demand The promised sweetness. Man superior walks Amid the glad creation, musing praise, And looking lively gratitude. At last, The clouds consign their treasures to the fields ; And, softly shaking on the dimpled pool Prelusive drops, let all their moisture flow, In large effusion, o'er the freshened world. The stealing shower is scarce to patter heard, By such as wander...
Página 168 - The current that with gentle murmur glides, Thou know'st, being stopp'd, impatiently doth rage ; But when his fair course is not hindered, He makes sweet music with the enamell'd stones, Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge He overtaketh in his pilgrimage, And so by many winding nooks he strays, With willing sport, to the wild ocean.
Página 37 - What soul was his, when, from the naked top Of some bold headland, he beheld the sun Rise up, and bathe the world in light...
Página 166 - Come, seeling night, Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day ; And with thy bloody and invisible hand Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond "Which keeps me pale...
Página 196 - O'erhang his wavy bed, Now air is hush'd, save where the weak-eyed bat With short shrill shriek flits by on leathern wing, Or where the beetle winds His small but sullen horn...
Página 203 - tis true; but gouty limb, Though on a sofa, may I never feel: For I have loved the rural walk through lanes Of grassy swarth, close cropped by nibbling sheep, And skirted thick with intertexture firm Of thorny boughs; have loved the rural walk O'er hills, through valleys, and by rivers...
Página 194 - IN yonder grave a Druid lies, Where slowly winds the stealing wave ! The year's best sweets shall duteous rise, To deck its poet's sylvan grave ! In yon deep bed of whispering reeds His airy harp ' shall now be laid ; That he whose heart in sorrow bleeds May love through life the soothing shade. Then maids and youths shall linger here ; And, while its sounds at distance swell, Shall sadly seem in Pity's ear To hear the woodland pilgrim's knell.
Página 205 - How oft upon yon eminence our pace Has slackened to a pause, and we have borne The ruffling wind, scarce conscious that it blew, While Admiration, feeding at the eye, And still unsated, dwelt upon the scene.
Página 196 - If aught of oaten stop, or pastoral song, May hope, chaste eve, to soothe thy modest ear, Like thy own solemn springs, Thy springs, and dying gales...